“Stupid, stupid Master, is Wan’er, is Wan’er really that pretty?”
Watching Limuqun’s dazed expression, Jiang Wan’er covered her lips and smiled brightly.
The shyness and apprehension that once made her curl up vanished, her body relaxing completely as she shamelessly revealed a beauty that was both bewitchingly cute and captivating.
But—
“Cough, cough.”
Limuqun realized his lack of composure and hurriedly coughed twice in a self-righteous manner, shrinking his head back behind the thin veil.
“Junior Sister, rest assured, I am a gentleman. I was just curious about your new look, that’s all—I absolutely wouldn’t peek at you!”
His feeble explanation drifted out from behind the veil, but even so, his gaze couldn’t help but slip through the cracks, never leaving that alluring waistline and the beautiful curve traced by her shapely hips.
Compared to Luozhilan, who was voluptuous and ripe, Jiang Wan’er’s figure was much more slender and graceful.
While not as full-bodied, she had curves in all the right places and not a trace of extra flesh where there shouldn’t be.
Moreover, Jiang Wan’er was only a little younger than Limuqun—about twenty-five or twenty-six.
In the mortal world, that would be no small age, but among cultivators, there was still plenty of room to grow.
No need to worry she wouldn’t develop!
In the past, Limuqun might not have had such thoughts.
But now that he’d tasted forbidden fruit… his mind always inexplicably drifted toward such wild imaginings.
“Hmph, stupid Master, stop looking. Wan’er still has something to say to you, you know.”
Jiang Wan’er’s call snapped him out of his wandering thoughts.
“Oh, oh.”
Outside the veil, Jiang Wan’er spoke.
Limuqun finally came back to his senses, inwardly cursing himself for turning so lecherous, and said, “Junior Sister Jiang, it’s inconvenient for me to get dressed right now, so I’ll just stay in the bath. If you have anything to say, just speak plainly.”
Look as you might, fool around as you wish, but he could not cross his bottom line.
“Mm… fine, then.”
Footsteps sounded outside the veil, and Jiang Wan’er’s figure slowly approached.
With a rustle, the thin veil between them was suddenly drawn aside.
Jiang Wan’er’s eyes, filled with both shyness and determination, stared directly at Limuqun.
WOC—what is she trying to do?!
Limuqun’s scalp tingled at this sudden turn of events, and he shouted loudly, “Jiang, Jiang Junior Sister, what are you doing?!”
“Oh, come on, stupid Master, Wan’er just wants to have a good talk with you.” Jiang Wan’er took a step forward, her slender legs entering the tub as she slowly sat down.
The rising water instantly covered both of their chests.
Limuqun panicked, hastily covering himself, shrinking into one side of the bath, and said in shock and fear, “Men and women should keep their distance—you mustn’t put Master in such a difficult situation!”
But Jiang Wan’er seemed unmoved, her eyes dreamy yet resolute as she continued moving closer to Limuqun in the bath.
“Stupid Master, are you really that afraid of me?”
Faced with this fatal question, Limuqun didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head.
For every step Jiang Wan’er advanced, he retreated a step.
But the hard edge of the tub pressed against his back—he had nowhere left to go, no way to escape.
No, Junior Sister, what’s gotten into you tonight? Even if you’re holding a grudge over the past, there’s no need to go this far, right?!!
Clinging to the edge of the tub, watching Jiang Wan’er close in, Limuqun screamed internally.
He truly couldn’t understand Jiang Wan’er’s strange behavior at this moment.
Even if she resented him for what happened back then, she wouldn’t go so far as to do something so… unspeakable.
She couldn’t possibly just want to see him embarrassed and force him to apologize, right?
He could only try to persuade her: “Jiang, Jiang Junior Sister, let’s both calm down. Don’t act rashly and make an irreversible mistake!”
“No, tonight, Wan’er wants a result that cannot be undone.”
As if making up her mind, Jiang Wan’er’s voice was unusually firm.
In the days before she secretly visited Congealed Fat Peak that night, she had always suffered from nightmares.
In her dreams, her stupid Master was entangled with that hateful woman Luozhilan.
Bewildered and desperate, she would try to intervene.
But between her and Luozhilan, her stupid Master would always choose that wretched woman without hesitation.
All she could do was stand in place and watch as Luozhilan clung tightly to her stupid Master, casting her a smug, flaunting smile.
Again and again, she would wake from this nightmare, panting with lingering fear.
She didn’t understand why she had such dreams, but even more, she couldn’t accept what happened in them.
Even if—even if it was just a dream, she couldn’t allow her stupid Master to be taken away by that wretched Luozhilan!
Even if it was just a dream, she couldn’t let her stupid Master choose someone else!
So she began to struggle in her dreams, began to try different ways, and after countless attempts, Jiang Wan’er finally realized why she kept failing.
It was because she always used her identity as the sect’s Saintess as an excuse, unwilling to confess her feelings directly to her stupid Master.
She thought he liked her sharp tongue, so she was always harsh with him.
Even though she had already engraved everything about her stupid Master deep in her heart, she stubbornly refused to admit it.
In short, it was as if some voice in the dark was telling her: if you keep being like this, your stupid Master will definitely be taken away.
So, on that night, she made up her mind and sneaked into her stupid Master’s cabin, ready to bare her heart.
But his praise left her both surprised and delighted.
Her mind went blank, and she forgot everything.
All she could do was leave a promise behind and then flee in embarrassment.
Finally, in the last dream, her stupid Master smiled and pulled her into his embrace.
It seemed her decision had been correct!
But just as Jiang Wan’er, tears streaming down, wanted to kiss her stupid Master in the dream, another woman’s mocking laughter—Luozhilan’s—rang out from his other arm.
Huh?!
Waking once again, a calm Jiang Wan’er quickly realized: just confessing her feelings was probably not enough.
That Luozhilan, that lovesick woman, also harbored abnormal thoughts about her stupid Master.
She… her figure was so… and her relationship with her stupid Master was…
In the storybooks she’d bought from the base of the mountain, the tales of masters and disciples… those always seemed the easiest to go awry…
No! I won’t let this happen.
From that moment, a grand ambition was born in Jiang Wan’er’s heart.
She would hold her stupid Master tightly in her grasp—for her entire life.
As for the price she’d have to pay—looking at the storybooks scattered around her, filled with indescribable illustrations, she already had her answer.
There was only one answer.
With a heart both firm and nervous, Jiang Wan’er’s rosy lips trembled as she pressed them to Limuqun’s mouth before he could dodge.
It’s over, it’s over.
He wanted to push Jiang Wan’er away, but her grip was too tight; no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free.
My path of cultivation…!!!
Something inside Limuqun’s heart seemed to softly shatter.
For a moment, all he felt was despair and confusion.
But when Jiang Wan’er saw Limuqun unmoving, she pressed her body closer, rubbing her cheek against his faint stubble.
Fine, fine!
Feeling the soft warmth in his arms, a flame—half angry, half restless—suddenly roared up, burning away the confusion and despair in Limuqun’s heart.
Jiang Wan’er, if you’re going to ruin my cultivation, don’t blame me for ruining your purity!
With a mindset of letting everything go, Limuqun grabbed Jiang Wan’er in return, preparing to use the “cultivation techniques” he’d picked up these past few days.
His burning hand had already reached Jiang Wan’er’s pink skirt.
Feeling the heat from that hand, Jiang Wan’er showed a foxy, enchanting smile.
She actively leaned into his warm touch, breathing softly as she said, “Master, let us make this mistake together.”
That line was like the last spark to a pile of dry tinder—Limuqun couldn’t think of anything else.
His mind was filled only with the Jiang Wan’er in his arms.
He could endure no longer, nor did he need to!
Whatever came next—he’d deal with it later!
But at that moment—
With a loud “bang,” the spirit boat suddenly shook violently.
“Enemy, enemy attack!!!”
The wailing cry tore through the night, freezing both Jiang Wan’er’s smile and Limuqun’s hand in place.
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